"So I could be saved, I think," Nathan said quietly, a smile on his face. Not answering further until he'd dried the wound and examined it again to make certain it was clean, he led her back out to sit as he assembled gauze and bandages.
"I arrived here in pretty bad shape, but I was lucky. My brother-" He paused, smiling. "The older Peter, that is, which you've met – found me and saved me. I probably wouldn't have made it had I stayed in my own timeline or reality or world – whatever's the popular choice to call it. So that's why I think I'm here." Among other things. "I keep seeing the opinion that people arrive when others they know have been here, so in that case, I'm here because several members of my family were here before I was – several more than there used to be," he explained, then chuckled. The idea wasn't strange to him at all now, funny how situations under pressure made it easy. "I now have two brothers were there was only one of Peter before, and the same with my daughter too."